Long-Distance Longing

One more day down. I’m on week two of a business trip to California. I love my job as a trainer and I don’t mind travel but sometimes it stacks up like this. I was supposed to travel back to Oklahoma on Saturday in time to make a family party for my oldest daughter’s 25^th birthday and fly back here the next day. Unfortunately, maintenance issues made this impossible; I was going to have to remain in California.

Today went well, and I feel some of that nervous tension release after getting the first day with a new client group finished and feeling like I made a good impression. A light meal and glass of wine at the hotel relax me even more but I cannot shake that last bit of tension as I get back to my room.

Now I can see what my husband is up to. He sent me a cryptic text when I arrived in Fresno.

You will have a package at the front desk of the hotel. After you wrap up your first day and have some dinner, pick up the package and come back to your room with a diet soda. Make sure to have an hour where you will be uninterrupted. Text me when you have done this.

OK, so I guess I’ll reply back to the text.

I’ve done what you said. Why?

Immediately, as if he already had the text ready to go, comes the reply.

Open up the package. You will find a mini-bottle of Crown. Put it in your diet soda and text me when you have finished it. There is also a felt bag and an envelope. Do not open them yet.

Well, I guess that will help with the last bit of tension, but text him afterward? What is he up to? I’m feeling a little excited. He has done some crazy, romantic stunts when we were dating in high school and even after we were married. There is no telling what this is about.

Before I know it, I’ve finished my drink; I need to see what this is about. I text back,

OK, done.

and the reply comes back quickly.

Get the envelope. Don’t open it yet. Take it and the felt bag and sit on the bed. Set up your phone on the end of the bed facing you and FaceTime me so I can watch you open the envelope.

Ooh, this is getting interesting. I feel my pulse quicken in anticipation. Setting a pillow at the foot of the bed to prop up my phone, I start the FaceTime app so that my husband can see me sitting cross-legged facing the camera.

He answers the call, and I can tell that he is laying in our bed back home in Oklahoma. After greeting me warmly, he tells me, “Open the envelope and read the letter.”

I unfold the paper and begin to read. “One more day down. I’m on week two of a business trip to California….”

I realize that he has written our own MarriageHeat story, the opening act of which I have already begun to perform! This is about to get erotic! My husband instructs me to keep reading the story, now that I have caught up to the script, and act out everything written there.

“I feel my pussy start to throb in my pants and know I’m already starting to get wet. Better strip down; why else would my husband want the FaceTime running? I take off every stitch of my clothes and, as I suspected, my panties are already damp in anticipation.

“I pick up the velvet bag but my husband says, ‘Not yet. First, close your eyes. Imagine that I am there with you and start caressing yourself where you know I would, where you would want to be touched. And don’t worry about the letter, I’ll read the rest to you. Your gonna need both of your hands free.’”

Wow, this is out there, even for him. My recent confession must have emboldened him. I finally got up the nerve to tell him that, during his last business trip to Orlando, I got out the vibrator and pleasured myself. As I penetrated myself and reached orgasm, I imagined that he was licking my pussy and then thrusting his cock into me. I was kind of afraid to tell him about it, but I’m glad I did. He got so turned on by the knowledge that he asked me to act it out again so he could watch, right then and there! This was a sexual desire that he’d had for a long time but was embarrassed to ask me to perform it!

I close my eyes and run my left hand through my hair and around my neck. My right moves to my breasts and I start to touch my nipples lightly. I love it when my husband does that. I love it, even more, when he licks and then sucks on them. It can get me to orgasm instantly when he does it while fucking me.

My husband tells me that I next start running my fingers lightly along the outer edge of my pussy. I am a little hesitant, but I know this is what my love wants to see, so I drop my inhibitions. Using my left hand now to caress my breasts, I move my right one down to my pussy. I barely touch it at first, loving the feel of a light touch. It sends tingles from my crotch all through my body. I feel the wetness that is heavy now on my slit. My finger dips in just enough to spread the warm slickness around my outer pussy lips.

I decide to reach for the bag because I figure it has got to be my vibrator, but my husband stops me. “Not yet. I want you to use your left hand to spread your pussy lips and use your right finger to penetrate your vagina for just a little bit so that I can see it.” I move my left hand down and spread my cunt. At this point, I have decided I might as well lose myself in the experience and slowly insert my finger. It feels better to rub on the outside, but I keep one finger in and move it in and out, knowing my husband is getting off on this.

After a minute or so, my husband tells me, “Go ahead and open the bag. Use the vibrator, and I’m going to stop reading. I want you to freestyle now, but you need to be vocal and make up the rest of the story. Describe to me what you are doing. Be vulgar and descriptive, and I want to hear a lot of moaning!”

I open the bag. As suspected, it’s the purple bunny vibrator I used on my husband’s last trip. I can’t get it to my pussy fast enough. I turn it on to the medium setting; it is way past the time for low. Rubbing it around in my juices, I spread them to all the erogenous areas on my outer cunt. In between purrs and moans, I describe to him how I am imagining that he is licking his way around my vagina and tongue-fucking me.

Finally, I can no longer hold off. I have got to let this orgasm out that is building. Inserting the vibrator slowly but deeply into my pussy, I turn it to the high setting. I let out a moan and tell my husband that I am thrusting his cock into me. The shorter clit stimulator is now in its spot and I can feel the imminent explosion building in my body. I keep moaning and talking dirty to him, and I know he is about to explode in his boxers as he lies there taking in every bit of my show.

I move my left hand down to rub my outer lips and clit, both to enhance the stimulation and because I know it gets him off. He asks me to do this sometimes when we screw and gets very worked up by it. I am lost in my passion. With my eyes closed, I can see my husband ravishing me.

It’s building, building, building… there it is! Fireworks are going off in my head, and I can’t breathe! My body releases a few seconds of pure ecstasy, and every last bit of tension leaves me as my head pushes back against the pillow. My shoulders, then my back, followed by the rest of my body, go limp as the climax starts to fade. For a moment, I am unable to even turn off or remove the dildo that is still vibrating in my cunt.

After a few minutes, though, I pull out the toy and shut it down. I suddenly feel vulnerable and a little embarrassed. But my husband quickly notices and reassures me that I have given him a tremendous gift. Not to mention the fact that he is also a little embarrassed, as he got so worked up that he ejaculated all over his boxers in the process. He might have been doing a little touching of his own!

We say our “love you’s” and I turn off the phone to clean up. I feel that after 25 years of marriage, we have continued to keep it exciting, and I feel happy about the intimacy and the vulnerability that we have shared. As good as it was, this only increased my longing to get back home to my husband. He is in store for a proper fucking!